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ithurtsmybrain. I look at one listing of pairings, and think "Hee, that's funny."
Then one idea gets stuck in my head.
Ted Allen (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy)/The White Witch (Narnia). PG, with non-consenting kissing. Let me know if I got the characterizations right. It's been a while since I read the Narnia series and I only saw one or two episodes of Queer Eye.
"You must have a favorite, Theodore. Tell me what it is."
Ted blinks. He must not be wearing his glasses, but he only sees a white blur. Snow is falling on his face. He brushes his short brown hair, and stops. He's outdoors, what can he do about this snow?
A woman speaks to him, her voice like sticky caramel. He squints and makes out her high seat in a sledge, then her gold crown and specter. She's wearing white fur, and he wonders if there are any animal rights activists in this place. That thought, like so many others, is driven away by the cold, the aching black-ice cold.
"You're silent? Is that any way to act toward a queen?"
"A favorite? What do you mean?"
The woman smiles, her red lip quirking up sly as a drink's aftertaste. "Sweets, although you are certainly not a boy anymore."
Ted thought about all the desserts and candies he took as a token gesture and for pleasure. He thought of all the flavors he tasted for experience or comfort. Was it raspberry? Was it vanilla? Was it airy or weigh heavy on the tongue. Ted knew it was all speculation for his first favorite.
"Do you have any Sugar Daddys?"
The woman pulls out a familiar stick with an orange and red wrapper. Ted unwraps it and pops it into his mouth. He chuckles at how dirty he must look, but latches on to the top of the caramel without further thought. Sweet, but more of burnt-sweet than light-sweet, milky.
She smirks with those red lips. Ted flinches when she grabs his wrist, pulling the candy from his mouth. Then--what's going on, he thinks, I have someone at home, eight years dammit, I don't even find you that attract--she kisses him. Her greedy tongue is sliding around, and her red mouth turning his lips red.
He tries to pull away, but he can't do that and get back that Sugar Daddy. Why? He doesn't eat caramels. He has Barry. Why can't he move? He sees gray statues out of the corner of his eyes. Is this how they got there?
Ted opens his eyes. He's not in that snowy place anymore. Barry is still on his side of the bed. Ted wipes his eyes, wincing. What is that thick and cloying taste in his mouth?
ithurtsmybrain. I look at one listing of pairings, and think "Hee, that's funny."Then one idea gets stuck in my head.
Ted Allen (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy)/The White Witch (Narnia). PG, with non-consenting kissing. Let me know if I got the characterizations right. It's been a while since I read the Narnia series and I only saw one or two episodes of Queer Eye.
"You must have a favorite, Theodore. Tell me what it is."
Ted blinks. He must not be wearing his glasses, but he only sees a white blur. Snow is falling on his face. He brushes his short brown hair, and stops. He's outdoors, what can he do about this snow?
A woman speaks to him, her voice like sticky caramel. He squints and makes out her high seat in a sledge, then her gold crown and specter. She's wearing white fur, and he wonders if there are any animal rights activists in this place. That thought, like so many others, is driven away by the cold, the aching black-ice cold.
"You're silent? Is that any way to act toward a queen?"
"A favorite? What do you mean?"
The woman smiles, her red lip quirking up sly as a drink's aftertaste. "Sweets, although you are certainly not a boy anymore."
Ted thought about all the desserts and candies he took as a token gesture and for pleasure. He thought of all the flavors he tasted for experience or comfort. Was it raspberry? Was it vanilla? Was it airy or weigh heavy on the tongue. Ted knew it was all speculation for his first favorite.
"Do you have any Sugar Daddys?"
The woman pulls out a familiar stick with an orange and red wrapper. Ted unwraps it and pops it into his mouth. He chuckles at how dirty he must look, but latches on to the top of the caramel without further thought. Sweet, but more of burnt-sweet than light-sweet, milky.
She smirks with those red lips. Ted flinches when she grabs his wrist, pulling the candy from his mouth. Then--what's going on, he thinks, I have someone at home, eight years dammit, I don't even find you that attract--she kisses him. Her greedy tongue is sliding around, and her red mouth turning his lips red.
He tries to pull away, but he can't do that and get back that Sugar Daddy. Why? He doesn't eat caramels. He has Barry. Why can't he move? He sees gray statues out of the corner of his eyes. Is this how they got there?
Ted opens his eyes. He's not in that snowy place anymore. Barry is still on his side of the bed. Ted wipes his eyes, wincing. What is that thick and cloying taste in his mouth?
